Im Not Even Going Anon For This Because I Have NO SHAME For What I Am About To Ask

i’m not even going anon for this because i have NO SHAME for what i am about to ask

i can’t stop thinking about gamer woo… and better yet i can’t stop thinking about what sucking him off under his desk would be like while he’s playing.. 🫠

so lyla i am asking you to PLSSSS write something smutty about gamer!woo if you would be so kind 🥲☝🏻 just sumn about getting him hot and bothered and distracted while he’s gaming (& trying not to stutter and moan into his mic) has me going absolutely bonkers

i know i can trust u with this

giving gamer!wonwoo blowjob as he plays WARNINGS: smut, semi-public sex, blowjob, cum eating, mentions of body fluids (spit/cum)

you’re crouched under wonwoo’s desk, back pressed awkwardly against the leg of his chair, knees scraping the hard floor as you breathe out a quiet laugh. the low hum of his voice drifts from above, a steady stream of half-bored conversation with his teammates. there’s something about the way he talks when he’s gaming—always little impatient. his fingers click furiously over the keys, and his jaw clenches when something doesn’t go his way. it makes him feel untouchable.

and you’ve made it your personal mission to fuck with that.

“fuckin’ idiots, just push left,” he mutters, eyes fixed on the screen, completely oblivious to the fact that your hands are already sneaking up his thighs, fingers teasing at the waistband of his joggers. you feel him tense, the sudden shift of his body as your nails drag lightly against his skin, just under the fabric. his focus doesn’t break, though, not yet.

you grin.

“yah—keep up with the heals, come on,” he snaps, trying to maintain some kind of composure, but you hear the slight hitch in his breath when your fingers dip lower.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he mutters breathless, but the mic isn’t muted, and the noise from his teammates drowns it out.

you don’t answer. instead, you tug his joggers down just enough to free him, your fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock, feeling him twitch in your hand. it’s satisfying, the way his body reacts before his mind even catches up. you hear his breath stutter, like he’s trying to keep the sounds inside, trying to keep some shred of control.

“mmph—yeah, yeah, just push, we can still win this,” he’s saying to the team, voice tight, and you almost feel bad for him. almost.

but then you lean in, let your tongue drag along his length, slow and wet, and you feel him jolt in his chair, his hand gripping the edge of the desk like it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“fuck,” he whispers, quieter this time, more for you than the game.

you smile against his skin, lips brushing over the sensitive head, and then you take him into your mouth, slowly, savoring the way his thighs tremble under your hands, the way his breath catches in his throat.

“w-wait—shit,” he stammers, and you hear the faint confusion from his teammates on the other end of the mic. you’d laugh if your mouth wasn’t full, if you weren’t so focused on making him lose his mind.

his hands are gripping the desk so hard now, knuckles white, his hips twitching involuntarily as you work your tongue along his length, hollowing your cheeks, sucking just hard enough to make him curse under his breath.

“wonwoo, you... good? you’re like…really quiet, man.”

he doesn’t respond right away, too busy biting his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to keep it together. it’s almost pathetic how hard he’s trying not to break.

“yeah,” he finally grits out, voice strained, “i’m fine. just—focus on the game.”

you chuckle around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss through his teeth, his hips bucking up slightly into your mouth. you let him, taking him deeper, tongue swirling around the head every time you pull back, slow, teasing, like you’ve got all the time in the world to make him come inside your mouth.

“i swear to god, if you don’t stop—” he starts, but the threat dies in his throat when you hum again, pressing him deeper into your mouth, watching his hand fly to his headset, muting his mic with a shaky breath.

he sets the headset aside with a hasty clatter, both of his hands moving down to grab fistfuls of your hair. you feel the shift immediately—the control he’s trying to take back, the dominance that flares up when you push him too far. his fingers are rough as they tangle at the roots, pulling you just enough to make your scalp tingle, but not enough to hurt. you groan at the pressure, letting him guide your head, and that seems to light something inside him. his hips roll up into your mouth, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.

the chair squeaks under his shifting weight, the soft creak of it barely audible over the wet sounds of your mouth working him over. you’re drooling now, the spit gathering at the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, resting on his crotch, but you don’t care—you know how much it gets to him when you make it

you glance up at him, eyes rolling back, letting your expression go slack and fucked out—just like he loves it, and that’s when you hear it—his sharp intake of breath, the way he swears under it. it’s like he’s trying so hard to be a strong soldier, but you know him, know that look in his eyes.

“fuck—” he groans, his hips bucking up harder into your mouth, his fingers twisting tighter in your hair, practically holding you in place as he starts moving faster, forcing you to take him deeper.

your hands grip his thighs for balance, feeling the tense muscles under your fingers, the way his body is so close to snapping. every move unraveling as his thrusts get more desperate, more reckless. the squeak of the chair is constant now, a chaotic rhythm that matches the way he’s fucking your mouth, the sound punctuated by his shaky breaths and low curses.

“shit—you’re too fucking good at this,” he pants, eyes wwild as he stares down at you, his voice almost whiny, “look at you, drooling all over me…fuckin’ filthy.”

you moan around him, the sound muffled but still loud enough to vibrate through him, and he jerks, hips stuttering as he struggles to hold back. his grip on your hair tightens, and for a moment, you think he’s going to let go, let himself come in your mouth—but he doesn’t.

instead, he pulls you off him suddenly, your lips slick with spit and precum, and your breath comes in short gasps. before you can even question it, his hand wraps around his own cock, slick with everything you’ve left behind, and he starts stroking himself fast, the way he likes it.

his other hand grips the back of your head, holding you close, forcing you to watch as he jerks himself off right in front of you, his breath coming out in rough pants, the muscles in his arm flexing with every stroke. you can’t help but let your tongue dart out, licking at the head every time his hand moves down, teasing him.

“gonna cum, fuck—gonna cum all over your pretty fucking face,” he growls, his voice desperate. you open your mouth wide, tongue out, eyes locked on his, and the sight of you like that, so eager for him, makes him roll your eyes.

he groans loudly, his whole body shaking as he spills across your face, thick ropes of cum splattering over your lips, your tongue, your chin. you swallow what you can, but the rest drips down, mixing with the mess already on your skin. his hand keeps stroking, milking out every last drop, until he’s twitching from oversensitivity, his breathing ragged.

he watches you for a moment, panting, chest heaving, and then—without a word—he leans down, his thumb swiping across your chin, gathering the cum that dripped there, and pushes it back into your mouth.

“swallow it all, baby,” he says, and you do, your tongue curling around his thumb as you swallow everything he’s given u.

he smirks, pulling you up by the hair and pressing a lazy, messy kiss to your lips, his cum still lingering on both your tongues. when he finally pulls back, he looks at you like you’ve just become his favorite fucking person in the world.

“next time,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear, “i’m fucking you on the chair.”

you grin, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

hi can i request svt's reaction to their s/o being cockdrunk and using their cock as a toy bc she's ovulating 👹👹

warnings: smut, overstimulation, ovulation, teasing, dirty talk, clit stimulations, hair pulling, ass spanking.

seungcheol: dying inside, but god, he loves it. he’s gritting his teeth, trying to hold on as you ride him like it’s the only thing you need. “shit, baby, you really gonna use me like this?” he’d growl, hands gripping your hips to guide you. he’s sensitive as hell, but he’ll take it, no matter how much it wrecks him, whispering in your ear about how he’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. (also would love how fast you get wet)

jeonghan: whining at this point, but still so into it. he’s teasing you the whole time, even though he’s losing his mind. “so desperate, huh?” he’d smirk, cock twitching with every thrust. he’d make you grind on him slow, pulling you down by the neck to whisper filthy shit in your ear, making you need him even more.

joshua: fucked out and blushing, but he’s doing everything to make sure you’re satisfied. “you’re ovulating, huh? can’t get enough of me?” he’d pant, voice shaky as you bounce on him. even though he’s close to overstimulation, he’d still talk sweetly, whispering how he’ll give you everything you need, no matter how sensitive he gets. (best bf ever award)

junhui: loves how wild you get when you’re ovulating. “damn, is it day one?” he’d grin, even though he’s groaning from the sensitivity. he’d slap your ass, leaning in to bite at your neck, knowing it drives you crazy, making sure you’re completely ruined.

hoshi: he’s whining from how hard you’re going, but he’s not stopping you. “fuck, babe, I’m so—ahh, fuck, I’m so sensitive.” he’d gasp, hips bucking into you. he’d grab your thighs, spreading them wider, and mutter, “holy shit, you’re gonna milk me dry…” he pushes deeper.

wonwoo: would be groaning under his breath, but still letting you use him however you want, because he's thebest boyfriend ever :( <33. “shit, babe, I can’t—fuck.” he’s biting his lip, trying to hold it together as you grind down on him, overstimulating him to the max, hands on your waist to pull you closer. he’d stroke your clit softly, just to see you completely lose control.

woozi: he’d try to keep it together, but his voice is cracking with every moan. “you’re fucking crazy when you’re ovulating,” he’d mutter, barely able to keep up with how desperate you are. he’s thrusting up into you harder, just to make sure you get exactly what you want, because oyu're his princess and his body is completely yours—yeah, the muscles, everything, all for you.

minghao: he’s into how wild you get during ovulation. moaning louder than usual, but still somehow keeping it together. “you’re really not gonna stop, huh?” he’d pant, smirking even though his cock is twitching from overstimulation. he’d press his thumb into your clit, watching you go absolutely feral, all while whispering about how you can take as much of him as you want. all of this with his head’s thrown back 😩.

mingyu: he’s destroyed at some point, but the second he understands why you're that horny, he’s doing everything to keep you going. “you’re using me like a fucking toy,” he’d gasp, voice shaking from how sensitive he is, but he’s still guiding your hips, making sure you get every inch. he’d talk filthy in your ear, knowing it makes you even hornier.

seokmin: overstimulated as fuck, but he’s still moaning your name, hips bucking into you. “you need me that bad, baby? oh fuck— then use me, use me all you want..” he’d whimper, fingers digging into your hips as you ride him like you’re in heat. he’d rub your clit, even though his hands are shaking, just to make you cum again and again.

seungkwan: he’d be a whimpering mess, but he’s loving how wild you get. “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he’d groan. seungkwan as an ass lover, he’d grab your ass, slapping it lightly, moaning when you grind harder, telling you he’ll let you use him however you want.

vernon: almost dehydrated, and fucked, but he’s letting you take control. “you really can’t get enough, huh?” he’d murmur, voice shaky as you ride him like you’re desperate. he’d bite his lip, but he’s still grabbing your thighs, pulling you closer, muttering how he’ll give you everything. because you're his everything.

chan: thinks that his cock will fall at some point, but he’s letting you fuck him senseless. “you’re really gonna use me like this?” he’d pant, his hands gripping your waist as you ride him. he’d rub your clit, pull your hair, kiss you sloppier & slowly, whispering how fucking hot you are when you’re this needy.

     seungcheol + mutual masturbation

— look at me, look at me, you lookin'?

WARNINGS: +18, smut, mutual masturbation—HIS LEO ASS KEEP ASKING YOU TO LOOK AT HIM lmaoooo, cocky asf seungcheol, attention seeker!seungcheol, you fingering & him jerking off, teasing.

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it’s too hot to be inside, but neither of you care. the fan’s doing its job, whirring lazily in the corner, but it’s the tension that’s got the both of you sweating. that heavy, choking heat that doesn’t let up, suffocates you just right. the kind that makes your mouth go dry, your thighs clench, but you don’t dare break the silence. not when seungcheol’s got that look in his eyes, the one that says he’s thinking all kinds of filthy shit, the kind of shit that makes you pulse between your legs before he’s even touched you.

you’ve seen him naked more times than you can count at this point, but somehow it hits every time. all sharp jawlines and thick muscles—something about seungcheol naked on a couch just works.

he knows it, too, the cocky bastard.

“keep looking,” he says, voice all raspy and low, the way it gets when he’s trying to get under your skin. “i want you to watch me.”

you’re already watching him—how could you not be? but he’s got this thing where he wants your attention locked on him completely, like if your gaze even shifts for a second, he feels it. it makes him feel young, he told you once, being this filthy with you. like he’s got no responsibilities, no reputation to uphold. just seungcheol, bare as fuck, jerking off on your couch while you do the same next to him.

“don’t look away,” he breathes again, louder this time, and you realize that he’s practically begging. you watch his lips curl into a smirk as he catches your eye again, his chest rising and falling with every sharp breath. fucking leo, you think, biting your lip to stop a grin from forming.

he spreads his legs wider, thick thighs shifting, flexing under his weight as he leans back more. you see every detail, the way his chest rises and falls with his ragged breathing, the way his fingers flex as he grips his cock tighter, stroking himself harder. his hips jerk slightly, and a low, filthy groan escapes his throat, the kind that makes you shiver all the way down to your core. “fuck, just… just keep your eyes on me, yeah? i need you to see this.”

his thumb smears over the head, gathering precum, and your mouth waters. the way he’s so fucking confident, so unapologetically filthy, makes your own skin feel too tight. but he’s not done. not yet. not even close.

“you like this? watching me like this? knowing i’m only doing this ‘cause of you?”

your gaze flicks to his face, and fuck, he’s beautiful. contorted, flushed, the raw need written in every line of his expression. he knows you’re watching, knows you’re hooked on the way his hand moves over his length, the way his thighs part even more, inviting your gaze, daring you to look away but knowing damn well you won’t.

“yeah, that’s it. keep those pretty eyes on me,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, almost breathless now. “don’t fucking look away.”

and you don’t. you can’t. not when he’s making those sounds, those filthy moans that seem to vibrate through you, pooling low in your stomach. not when his cock’s so thick, so fucking hard in his hand, veins standing out against his flushed skin, precum dripping down to his fingers. and the way his balls move, tightening with each stroke, makes you dizzy. you watch, entranced, as he fists himself faster, the wet slide of his hand getting louder, filling the space between you with something so fucking primal.

his eyes always dark, dangerous, but god, the way they soften just for you? makes you you whimper, and it’s embarrassing how needy you sound, how much you want him.

but it doesn’t matter. not when he’s putting on a show for you, just for you. his hips stutter, his breath hitching as he pushes closer to the edge, but he holds back. barely. you can see the tension in his body, the way he’s fighting not to let go too soon, wanting to drag it out. for you.

“you feel this, baby? you feel how fucking hard i am for you?” he grits out, his hips lifting off the couch slightly. his knuckles are white from the grip, precum glistening at the base of his thumb as he keeps jerking himself off.

your fingers are slick, moving fast between your thighs, the sound of it unmistakable in the quiet room. wet, lewd. it’s loud enough to make seungcheol’s breath hitch, his eyes flicking down to where your hand is buried between your legs. he can’t take his eyes off you, like he’s watching something divine, like he’s never seen anything more perfect in his life. and when you speed up, fucking yourself even faster, you swear you see his lips twitch into a smile.

he’s mesmerized by the speed of your fingers, by the way you’re so desperate, so fucking horny that you can’t stop. can’t slow down. every time you thrust deeper, every time you curl your fingers just right, you let out this needy little whimper, and it drives him fucking crazy.

“so greedy, baby,” he groans, his grip on his cock tightening. “look at you, fingering yourself so fast… you’re so fucking wet. can you hear it?”

you can. fuck, you really can. the slick sounds of your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt are filthy, and you know it’s turning him on more. his eyes are locked on your pussy, watching as you fuck yourself, as your fingers slip in so easily, coated in your own slick.

he’s grinning now, that cocky smile stretching across his face as he watches you struggle to keep up the pace, your hips bucking against your own hand. you’re lost in the feeling, your mind hazy with the need to cum, but you can feel his gaze burning into you, hungry for more.

you slip your fingers out of yourself for a moment, bringing them up to your mouth. your eyes meet his, and you make a show of it, sucking your fingers clean, your tongue swirling around them, tasting yourself. the way his jaw tightens, how his chest rises and falls even faster, it’s all you need to know. he’s fucking gone for it.

he’s grinning now, that cocky smile stretching across his face as he watches you struggle to keep up the pace, your hips bucking against your own hand. you’re lost in the feeling, your mind hazy with the need to come, but you can feel his gaze burning into you, hungry for more.

you slip your fingers out of yourself for a moment, bringing them up to your mouth. your eyes meet his, and you make a show of it, sucking your fingers clean, your tongue swirling around them, tasting yourself. the way his jaw tightens, how his chest rises and falls even faster, it’s all you need to know. he’s fucking gone for it.

“shit,” he breathes out, his voice strained. “you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you grin around your fingers before pulling them out with a soft pop, then reach down to rub your clit, your slick fingers gliding easily over the sensitive bundle of nerves. the wet sounds get louder, more desperate as you press harder, rubbing circles over your clit, your hips rolling in time with the rhythm of your hand.

“fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” he groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. “look at you. look how fucking wet you are.”

you can barely think straight, too focused on the way your body is so close to falling apart. your fingers slip and slide over your clit, wet with spit and slick. your fingers move faster, slipping down to your entrance again, teasing yourself before plunging back inside. the squelching sound of it makes seungcheol groan.

“shit, you’re so fucking good at that,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you finger yourself so well… so fucking fast.”

you chuckle softly, the sound barely escaping your lips before your face contorts again, your eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as the pleasure rips through you. it’s filthy, that fucked-out expression that seungcheol can’t take his eyes off of. “i’ve been single for too fucking long,” you gasp, your voice strained, as you glance at him through hooded eyes, trying to keep your breath steady. “that’s why i’m so fucking good at it.”

every muscle in your body tightens, and your hips lift off the couch, chasing after your fingers, seeking more. it’s almost too much, but the desperation keeps you going, fingers moving relentlessly inside yourself.

he lets out a low, throaty chuckle, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you come undone. the way his gaze lingers on every twitch of your body, every slick movement of your fingers, makes you clench around your digits. “yeah?” he grins, his voice teasing. “guess that means you’ve had a lot of practice, huh?”

you try to roll your eyes, but all you can manage is a shaky smile, a breathless laugh mixed with a whimper when your fingers curl just right inside you again, hitting that spot that makes your back arch off the couch. “shut the fuck up, cheol,” you moan, unable to hide the desperation in your voice.

“nah,” he breathes, his eyes glued to the way your fingers disappear inside your dripping cunt. “i like watching you. you’re so fucking pretty...”

his words make your pulse race, and you can feel the tension building in your abdomen again, the pleasure coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. every nerve feels electric, raw, and your body reacts instinctively, your fingers moving faster, slick and messy, as your other hand rubs quick circles over your clit. the wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of you fill the air, mixing with your irregular breathing.

“shit,” seungcheol groans, his hand fisting his cock harder now, his eyes never leaving your face. “you’re so fucking good at that. finger yourself faster, baby. c’mon, i know you can take it.”

you whimper, your body obeying before your mind can catch up, your fingers working at a frantic pace, your hips lifting off the couch again as you grind down against your own hand. the pleasure is making you tense from head to toes, a heady blend of too much and not enough, and your vision blurs as you teeter on the edge, so fucking close.

“cheol,” you gasp, your voice high and desperate, “i’m— fuck, i’m gonna—”

“yes, yes, do it, cum for me, hm? you're going to make me cum”

the tension snaps, and you’re gone, your body arching off the couch as your orgasm crashes over you. your fingers thrust deep inside you, curling, and you scream his name, the sound raw and guttural as the pleasure tears through you. your muscles clench, trembling violently as your body spasms with the force of it, your cunt clenching hard around your fingers, soaking them as you ride out every blissful wave.

it’s so intense that your mind goes blank, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cum, your breath is ragged, uneven, as you whimper and moan, your fingers still buried deep inside you, your clit throbbing under your touch.

your fingers slow their movements, slipping out of you, and you groan softly at the emptiness, your body still buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

seungcheol’s eyes are dark, his chest heaving as he strokes himself faster and faster, his gaze flickering between your fucked-out face and your slick, glistening fingers.

“fuck,” he groans, his hand moving faster, slick sounds filling the room as he pumps his cock. “you’re gonna make me cum just from watching you.”

you smirk, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across your face as you watch him, “then cum,” you purr, your voice still a little breathless. “show me how much you want me.”

his jaw clenches, and he lets out a low, desperate moan as his body tenses. he strokes himself faster, harder, his hips bucking slightly as he gets closer and closer to the edge. “keep looking at me,” he pants, his voice strained. “don’t fucking look away.”

his breath hitches, and with one last stroke, he groans your name, his body shaking as his orgasm hits him hard. thick ropes of cum spill over his hand, onto his stomach, and he keeps stroking himself through it.

when he finally comes down, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, he looks at you with a sluggish, pleased grin. “fuck,” he mutters, his voice rough, “you’re fucking gorgeous.” his hand still pumps his cock slowly, the cum collected on his hand as it raises up, his abs twitching everytime he does.

you laugh softly, shaking your head as you collapse back onto the couch, still trying to catch your breath. “told you,” you tease, your voice hoarse. “i’ve had a lot of practice.”

his grin widens, and he chuckles, reaching out to pull you closer, his sticky hand resting on your thigh as he looks at you with that familiar, cocky smirk. “nah,” he says, “you’re just naturally a fucking slut, baby.”

you raise an eyebrow, still panting softly as you turn your head to look at him sprawled out on the couch, all smug. “oh, i’m the slut?” you scoff, letting your hand slide up your thigh, fingers lazily tracing the still-sensitive skin. “you’re over here jerking off like a horny boy, but i’m the slut?”

seungcheol’s smirk doesn’t falter, though you see the way his eyes dart to your fingers before flicking back to your face. “i mean, i wasn’t the one fingering myself like it was a fucking olympic sport,” he quips. “you looked like you were about to break your wrist.”

“please,” you roll your eyes, your lips quirking up into a sly grin. “like you weren’t fisting your cock like it owed you money. i thought your hand was gonna fall off, cheol. or were you just that desperate to put on a little show for me? you came so fucking fast, baby. all that talking, all that bossy shit, and you still couldn’t hold it together”

“fast?” he echoes, leaning back slightly, his fingers lazily trailing over his own stomach, where the mess of his orgasm still glistens. “baby, i was pacing myself for you. trying to let you catch up.”

you let out a sharp laugh, fully sitting up now, and you let your gaze roam slowly over him, from the sticky mess on his stomach to the lazy, smug curve of his lips. “pacing yourself? that’s what you’re calling it now?” you hum, letting your legs stretch out as you slide them against his thigh, the soft pressure making him shiver. “because to me, it looked like you were ready to bust the second i started moaning. i thought you were gonna cry if i didn’t keep watching you. so fucking needy for my attention.”

that hits him. you see the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes darken, and he swallows hard, the smugness wavering just a little. because he knows its true, he craves your attention so bad. maybe that’s what turns him on the most.

↳ Index [Day 07 - Picnic Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU

Kinks: public sex on a meadow, drunk sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise kink, good girl kink, sensory play where he makes her guess with what he is touching her, vaginal penetrative sex in missionary, use of a condom, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), giggly and cuddly aftercare, Yoongi is a cute menace when he is tipsy

Wordcount: 4.6k

a/n: i missed this couple so much!!! holy moly i’m sobbing in the club, they’re the cutest!! goodness :( thank you for requesting this, i’m in love with them <3

Yoongi has been gazing for more than ten minutes. His lips are curled into a constant, soft smile and his eyes sparkle adoringly. He also has his head tilted to the side slightly, kicking his feet mindlessly. He doesn’t know that he is gazing, but you finally notice after coming down from your wine induced monologue about tea. 

You swallow down the flutter of your heart, cheeks heating up under his gaze. 

“Sorry, I was talking a lot.”

He shakes his head, smiling drunkenly and fluttering his lashes, “you weren’t”, he says softly.

“I just think tea is so neat.”

“I know you do. It is.” 

A shy giggle slips from you, shoulders lifting to your ears.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Just so dreamily. It makes me shy.”

Yoongi chuckles and scoots closer. His chest brushes the side of your arm and he has his hand propped up on the picnic blanket behind your butt. Like this, you can smell his sweet breath and practically feel his kiss. 

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t help it”, he whispers and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek as gently as possible. “I love listening to you. Everything you say is so wonderful.” 

“Are you drunk?” 

His flushed cheeks and droopy eyes should be answer enough. 

“Maybe a little.” He drops his cheek on your shoulder, peeking up at you through his lashes. “The wine is so good and the food was amazing and you are beautiful and this date is perfect”, he gushes as his fingers trace your stomach and thighs mindlessly.

You giggle, nudging him with your nose. You learned from dating Yoongi that he becomes very cute when he is drunk. He gets clingy and touchy and his loosened tongue can’t stop saying the sappiest stuff. He also giggles constantly and gets such a cute blush on his cheeks. You already think that he is cute on normal days, but when he is drunk, you could smooch him constantly because of how adorable he is. 

Yoongi sighs dreamily and kisses your shoulder, straightening up afterwards. He currently has ginger hair, which reflects the autumn sun in shades of orange. You lovingly like to call him your tangerine because of it.

“Close your eyes”, he says and because you trust him, you do. You know that if he asks something like this, the outcome will be nice for you. You stay seated for a while, enjoying the silence of the moment. 

You and Yoongi went on a picnic date on the meadow today. It was a sunny, warm autumn’s day and you felt like getting out of your houses. So you met up on your bicycles with homemade food in your baskets and your pets next to it, ready to drive down into the valley for a nice date. Levi and Holly are napping together in the grass just a little to your right, the food has been finished already and the bottle of wine, Yoongi brought, is half empty. Which explains why you and he keep giggling and snickering. You are both just tipsy enough that the current moment is so, so exciting and nice.

Yoongi still hasn’t acted on whatever he was planning to do.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, snickering. “Did you leave?”

“No. Guess what I’m using”, he says and a second later you feel something light tickle your face.

You giggle, chasing the sensation. He starts off at your temple, guiding it over your cheek and down your neck until he traces your exposed collarbones. You are wearing an autumn sundress today, which reveals your collarbones and cleavage. 

The sensation stops, the ghost of its touch remains on your skin in tingles.

“What was that?” he asks. 

“Something that tickled, mhm, maybe a feather?”

“No, try again.” The sensation begins anew, sending shivers down your back. It makes your heart flutter in giddiness.

Stop. It is time for you to guess. 

“Is it grass?” 

“Yay, you did it.”

You open your eyes, inspecting the blade of grass between his fingers. He picked the flower for it, which explains why it felt so feathery on your skin. 

A drunken snicker leaves you and you draw closer to him.

“This was fun. I wanna try again.”

“Okay, I’ll give you more.” 

You close your eyes, waiting impatiently for his next touch. Something soft like fabric. He dances it from your temples down to your collarbones.

You smile, turning your head to where you think his face should be.

“That’s your jumper.”

“Mhm, which part?” The sensation starts anew. He is so gentle as he guides it over your skin. It feels so good.

“Your sleeve? Maybe?”

“Correct.”

You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. He lets out a soft chuckle and pokes your nose with his own, rubbing the tip against yours afterwards. You close your eyes halfway, reciprocating the affection. 

“One more, please?” 

“Okay, one more. Close your eyes.”

You obey, skin tingling in anticipation. The touch is chaste, tickling your skin.

“Are you fluttering your lashes against my cheek?” you ask in a snicker.

“Yeah”, he laughs.

“Oh god, you’re silly.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, dancing his lips to your ear afterwards to whisper. You shiver like crazy at the feeling of it, sighing quietly.

“Two more guesses, okay?” 

“Yeah okay…”

The next object is obvious to you with the very first touch.

“Your fingertip!”

“Mhm, correct”, he whispers, dancing it down to your collarbone to trace it. 

You open your eyes halfway. He is breathing a little heavier than before.

“What’s the last one?” you ask him, breathing heavier as well.

“Close your eyes and guess.”

“Okay.”

You can hear him shimmy closer to you and then you feel it. His lips on your neck, kissing the most sensitive spot.

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in a surprised moan.

Yoongi purrs, sucking on your skin gently before he lifts his lips. You open your eyes, looking at his pouty lips.

“And?” he asks.

“Your lips”, you sigh, gazing dreamily.

“Correct, you did so well.”

“Hah”, you let out, eyes practically lost in the view of his lips.

Yoongi, who notices and feels tingly because of it, speaks softly. He traces your thigh with his fingertips as he does, gazing at your neck.

“Wanna have a reward?”

“A reward?”

“Mhm, it’ll feel good”, he says, ghosting his lips over your neck without touching it.

“Ah”, you let out, chasing him.

“Is this a yes?”

“Yeah, please.”

He climbs atop of you, laying you down on the blanket as he does it. 

You allow him happily, exposing your neck to him so he could keep kissing you. He claims the opportunity happily, showering you in kisses and careful touches. By now, it is an unspoken shared feeling by both that this is turning you on. It was sweet at first, but sweetness sometimes tastes too addicting not to crave more of it. The day is so nice, the date so romantic and you have been sharing such nice intimacy on your little, comfortable blanket. You are also giddily drunk and stupidly in love with each other. It was bound to happen that all of these feel good emotions escalate. 

Yoongi still lifts his lips to ask, hands on an innocent place.

“I know you already said yes, but is it really okay for me to touch you?”

“Yes, is it okay for you too?”

“Yes, more than okay, my darling.” He kisses your jawline once. “Just tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?”

“Yes okay. You too, yeah?” 

“Mhm, yeah.”

He lowers his lips, planning not to lift them again for quite a while. You fall into the sensation with a sigh, melting like a drop of chocolate in the sun.  

He kisses every inch of your neck and jawline, even giving you soft bites because he knows that you love the sensation. His lips brush against your ears as well, allowing quiet moans to reach them and with it, make you shiver. It is so hot to feel his moans like this, it will always excite you.

Yoongi of course knows that and he will use every card against you to get you as turned on as possible. He loves turning you on, especially when you look as pretty as you do today.

“I love this dress on you, I love it so much”, he breathes, rubbing his palms over the soft fabric while his lips are tasting your collarbones.

“Thank you”, you sigh, wiggling your feet. He always makes you feel so beautiful. 

“I love the colour and the fit and the fabric. You make this dress look so beautiful, my darling”, he continues, right hand sliding to your waist to trace it. The dress is a little tighter around your waist, giving it a synched look. It also makes his touch feel like electricity on your skin, forcing your back to arch off the blanket.

Yoongi purrs, kissing a path down your chest until he reaches your cleavage. The position and gravity naturally makes your breasts lay flatter than as if you were standing up, but Yoongi still buries his face in them. He makes a funny noise as he does, eliciting a loud cackle from you. You ruffle his hair instantly, chest tingling in happiness. 

“You’re so stupid”, you laugh. 

“I had to do this. I love your tits”, he mumbles, voice playful and happy. 

“If you say so.” 

“Mhm, I do.” He gathers them in his hands and massages them gently. “I really do.” 

“Wow Yoongi…this is…so nice…” you sigh, arching into his touch.

“It is. So nice”, he breathes, placing loving kisses on your clothed breasts before moving lower. 

By now, you are practically panting in excitement, body shuddering each time he touches a new spot. He has both hands on your sides, holding you safely as his lips kiss a path down your clothed stomach.

Soon every inch of it is kissed as well and Yoongi straightens up. You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. His cheeks are pinker than before. 

You prop your feet up on the blanket and open your legs. Yoongi’s eyes widen, he does a sneaky double take before gawking at your face in shock. 

“Please”, you beg.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes. You?”

“What? Of course I am, you don’t gotta ask. You know me, I could live between your legs”, he says and lies down on his stomach, burying his face in your inner thigh to munch on it playfully.

You giggle and whine, writhing deliciously at the sensation. He is kissing and sucking your skin, leaving the softest of bites as well. They don’t hurt at all, they’re a soft graze with his teeth before his tender lips replace them. The sensation is so tingly that you could honestly scream. He riles you up so much.

Soon, you cannot take the teasing anymore and you reach down to rake your fingers through his locks.

“Don’t tease please.”

“I’m not, you’re just impatient.”

You chuckle, heart fluttering. You love when he bickers with you. He is such a cutie. A cutie who currently takes off your panties, making you heave in excitement. You help him slip them off your legs, then prop them up again as wide apart as possible.

Yoongi chuckles because of your eagerness, running his palms down your inner thighs.

“You’re beautiful, darling”, he says, meaning your pussy.

“Yoongi, you’re still teasing”, you whine.

“Yeah, that’s right. I was teasing right now.”

“God, I can’t stand you”, you laugh, ruffling his hair.

Yoongi smiles, lowering himself like this. He purrs, kissing your pussy to get her used to him. Your laughter stops, a loud gasp replaces it.

“Mhm, so soft”, he lulls, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a gentle suck.

“Oh.” Your hips flinch up. “Wow.” They drop again, legs twitching aggressively.

Yoongi lets go of you and finally darts out his tongue, guiding it through your folds to part them. You are already a little wet, making him purr in contentment. He loves your taste and your scent. He runs his hands to your hips, holding them safely. One squeeze for good measures.

“Don’t stop please”, you sigh, feeling more and more turned on. He is still gentle right now, going slow. It is so nice to be worked up this way.

Sometimes Yoongi gets really hungry for your pussy and he goes down on you sloppily and quickly. It overstimulates you within seconds, forcing you to yelp up and orgasm after just a few licks. He is very cocky whenever that happens because of how quickly he can make you climax. And you love these moments, they’re so sexy to you.

You can’t lie however and you have to admit that you really, really love when he is being gentle with you. The pleasure goes so much deeper and builds up so much more. The fact that he is capable of doing both is also very arousing to you.

“You’re so good”, you praise, voice breathy.

“Mhhm”, he purrs into you, guiding his wet tongue through your folds until he has your clit under it. He slides his left hand from your hips, using two of his fingers to part you and therefore expose more of your clit. Like this, he circles his tongue around it, careful not to grace it directly but instead make the area around it sensitive.

“God this is torture”, you both whine and chuckle, closing your legs on him slightly.

“Mh-hm, is good”, he lulls, pushing your legs apart with one hand. His tongue continues its teasing rounds while his right hand rubs your inner thigh. He purrs and does the unthinkable thing of dancing his tongue down to your entrance instead.

You throb around nothing, chasing him in a weak roll of your hips and cursing under your breath. If you weren’t already dizzy from the wine, you are definitely dizzy now that he teases you so much.

Yoongi listens to your needy curses, feeling really dizzy himself. You taste stronger than you did before, a sure sign that he managed to get you wetter. Yoongi laps it up deliciously, eyes closed and button nose buried between your soft folds. He loves when he gets messy from your pussy, burying his nose deeper while his tongue teases your entrance.

“Please, this is torture”, you let out in a whine, scratching his scalp softly but needily at the same time.

“What do you need?” he dares to ask as if he wasn’t teasing you on purpose. Gosh, he is such a menace when he is drunk and therefore playful.

“More, I can’t take the teasing please.”

“Again, you’re just impatient.”

“Min Yoongi”, you warn, lifting your head just enough that you can make eye contact with him. His eyes sparkle boyishly, his cheeks are flushed. He is also kicking his feet giddily.

“Okay, okay fine”, he laughs, “I give up. Do you want my fingers, mhm?”

“Yes please, two of them please.”

“Okay, I’m only doing this because you’re impatient.”

You drop your head with an exasperated groan, mumbling a quiet “you’re so annoying.”

He chuckles and puts the pads of his middle and ring finger against your entrance. He spits on them so the slip would be easier then finally applies pressure. You take him in greedily, walls practically sucking him in.

“Yes, god yes”, you moan, thrusting your hips ecstatically.

“Slipped right in”, he croaks, feeling his cock throb in his pants. He didn’t expect you to take him so easily nor to be so wet inside for that matter and it’s really affecting him. Once entirely inside, he begins moving, pumping his long digits in and out your soft walls.

“This feel so good”, you moan, fingers closing around his left hand.

“It does. Fuck darling, you’re…” he trails off, deciding to let his tongue do the talking another way. He presses it against your clit, licking it eagerly while his fingers fuck you slowly and deeply.

“Yes this, yes this, yes this, please this”, you chant, body beginning to writhe in pleasure. You always like to whine when he is teasing you, but it is always so worth it. Now that he finally pleasures your favourite spots, it makes you literally float on cloud nine. The warmth is so deep, so constant, so good. The slight intoxicated buzz of the wine makes it even more intense.

“This please, this please, this, this, ah this…”

Yoongi moans into you, grinding his cock into the ground. He is so turned on, head fuzzy and body running on nothing but you. He wanted to make you feel good ever since you went on your monologue about tea. He loves listening to you so much, everything you say is so interesting to him and you look so cute when your eyes are glowing from intoxication that Yoongi knew he had to make you feel good ever since you began talking about tea. Witnessing you in such a state, tasting how wet you are, feeling how much you clench is everything his drunken heart needed. And he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel as good as possible. He curls his fingers each time they grace your g-spot, staying there for a few seconds to massage the tender spot. And each time he pleasures your insides, he focuses his licks on the most sensitive part of your clit. Judging by the noises you are producing, this is going to make you orgasm.

You never tell him that something is bringing you close because it then does the exact opposite for you. You somehow stress yourself out about orgasming and then stop being close. So you always stay quiet until you are literally in the middle of climaxing. Yoongi never thought that it was weird that you did that, instead he studied your reactions until he learned just from your noises and movements when something he does is bringing you close. Like this, you can enjoy yourself without stressing and Yoongi is having the best time. Yoongi loves doing this for you because he loves you and he loves making you feel good.

Today is no different. Yoongi keeps using his fingers and mouth on you while you get noisier and shakier with each touch and lick. He can’t wait to have you climax, moaning with you as he brings you closer by the second.

Three more eager licks and with his fingers against your g-spot, and he breaks you.

“I’m cumming”, you moan, already shaking out of control.

Yoongi growls into you, enjoying the tug you have on his hair as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You are also grinding your hips into his face instinctively, smothering him in your warmth. He is in heaven. He really is.

“Oh, uh, ah”, you let out once overstimulation sets in, fleeing him in flinches of your hips, “ah, wait.”

Yoongi knows that you aren’t a particular fan of intense overstimulation and so he slips his fingers free, kissing a path up your body.

“Damn this was…okay phew”, you get out, making him chuckle and nibble on your jawline.

“Did you like it?” he coos drunkenly.

“Did I like it? I loved it, oh my lord.”

He snickers, sucking your cheek into his mouth as if he was eating your face.

“No, don’t do that”, you whine, pushing him off gently.

“I can’t help it. You’re so cute that I wanna eat you.”

You whine, nudging his chest because he flusters you so much. Yoongi smiles, snuggling his nose into your cheek.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Do you want more?” you ask him.

“Maybe? My cock’s so hard.”

“Oh god”, you snicker, “poor boy.”

“Yeah, poor boy. God, I wanna fuck you so bad”, he says, grinding his hips into you.

“Oh”, you gasp, shuddering in reaction and gripping his back, “Yoongi, holy fu-ah.”

“Please ___ can I fuck you? Please?”

“Yes, please do.”

He moans, kissing your cheek in gratefulness, “thank you, thank you, oh thank you.”

“Just do it, you drunk doofus you”, you snicker, ruffling his hair.

“Yeah, right.” He sits up and looks around. “Wait, I need to figure this out. I don’t wanna expose my butt”, he says, making you laugh.

“I don’t think anyone would see”, you say, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could get the condom from your bag as he undresses.

“I can’t risk it. What if someone does? Then they’ll see my pale ass. That’s embarrassing. I wouldn’t complain if I actually tanned, but I look like a ghost right now.”

“You would still complain, come on now”, you cackle, making him chuckle.

“You know me so well.” He finally managed to get his cock out of his pants without exposing his butt. “There we go. That should work”, he says.

“That’s so sexy, baby. Here, condom.”

“Thanks, darling”, he accepts it and opens it to roll it on. 

You watch him, feeling so excited for what was to come. He gives his cock three jerks for good measures then lies himself over you.

“Hey there”, you say, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Hey there”, he says, leaning into your touch. He guides his cock to your pussy, grinding it through your folds. “Mhm, so wet. Can I stick it in?”

You nod your head vigorously, “stick it in, please.”

“Look at me, yeah?” 

“Mhm yeah.” 

Pressure on your entrance for just a second then he breaches you, cock sliding into you easily. You and he moan together, eyes getting lost in the other’s.

“Wow, this is so nice”, you sigh.

“Yeah, so nice”, his voice is practically nothing but airy sounds. He is so far gone, giving up completely once he bottoms out. “Fuck”, he presses out, eyes rolling back and head dropping so his nose is nuzzled into your cheek.

“You’re so deep”, you croak.

“Mh-hm”, he whimpers, nodding his head. He shivers when you run your hand down his back so you could hold his hip.

“Move please.”

He fulfills your wish gladly, rolling his hips into you gently but deeply. He wants to stay inside you, feel you around every single inch of him. He is so happy when he is inside you, so happy.

You gasp and moan his name, head rolling to the side in defeat. He chases you, lips against your neck and eyes closed.

“Feels good?”

“Yeah, feels good. You’re so deep, ah Yoongi.”

“Mhm so deep. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Yoongi…”

“I love when you moan my name. Makes me wanna fuck you so good.”

You shiver from just his words, arching your back. Your clothed breasts rub against his clothed chest this way. He reaches down and caresses your back once before he pins you down onto the blanket gently, sliding his thumb to your clit.

“Yoongi”, you moan louder, clenching around him and scrunching your face.

“So good, such a good girl. Keep moaning my name”, he lulls, turning your brain and limbs into goo. He is so sexy when he praises you. You didn’t even know that you had such a huge praise kink until he did it one night and you literally melted.

“Yoongi…”

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with slightly harsher thrusts. He is still incredibly gentle, but there is strength behind them. Strength and skill, meant to make you see stars.

“Yoongi!” you wail, arching your back.

He moans in reaction, twisting the blanket above your head. His cock throbs deep inside you, his stomach flutters. There is nothing that gets him off more than when you moan his name. He feels so good when you do and as if he could fucking do anything. Seriously, you give him such a boost of confidence when you act this way during sex that Yoongi feels almost unbearably cocky.

“Don’t stop please.”

“Put your finger in my mouth.”

You open your eyes, “huh?”

“My mouth, put it in”, he says, sticking his tongue out.

You follow his order, although confused. Yoongi takes your finger and licks it greedily, making you moan from the sensation.

“You’re so hot, oh god”, you mewl, throbbing around him.

He purrs and lets it slip out, “rub your clit with it. I need both arms to support myself. My shoulder hurts otherwise.”

“Oh god, you’re so sexy. Yoongi”, you moan, replacing his finger with yours.

“There we go, good girl”, he growls, slamming his elbow onto the ground next to your head and grabbing the blanket roughly. He angles his hips better, using the new support to pump into you sloppily.

“Yoo-”, is all you get out before your tongue stops working and all you can make are the most primal of noises.

“Yeah that’s it, isn’t it? You like that, don’t you?” he taunts, sounding so sure of himself.

You nod your head vigorously, whimpering each time he buries his cock deep inside your walls.

“Of course you do. You are so beautiful when I fuck you. Shit, I’m dizzy. You’re driving me insane.”

“Yoongi, you…cum…”

“Don’t hold back, I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.”

“Say…it…please…”

He cradles your cheek, lowering his drunken voice seductively.

“Cum for me, darling.”

“Ah, Yoongi!” you break instantly, scratching up his back as you clasp him desperately.

“Good girl, cum for me, such a good girl”, he talks you through it at first, but then you squeeze him so tightly that he feels lost as well, “you’re making me cum too, ah ___.”

He drops his face into the crook of your neck, releasing into the condom a second later with a guttural growl. You scream his name in reaction, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. It forces his weakened body to drop on yours.

“___”, your name leaves him in a whimper, his arms cradle you against him as best as possible, “wow this was, wow.”

“Yeah, so wow”, you agree, melting under him. It’s so nice to have his weight on you and to calm down in his arms.

“How are you? Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, so okay. You?”

“I think my heart gave up. I nutted so hard.”

“God you”, you laugh loudly, “ever since you have orange hair, you’re a menace.”

“Mhm yeah probably”, he teases and gives your cheek a kiss for good measures before he has to sit up and slip out so the condom wouldn’t fall into you. He rolls it off his cock and ties a knot, then wraps it up in a fresh napkin. He hands you your panties.

You sit up and put them on while he stuffs his cock back into his pants.

“I can’t believe we just did that. Do you think someone saw us?”

“Probably not. The day is really quiet.”

“Let’s hope so. Oh my god ___, I can’t believe we did that. Are we insane?” he says, suddenly shrinking shyly as he draws closer with a giggle. He even hides his face behind his hands, laughing with his shoulders.

“Actually, you’re right. What were we thinking?” you agree, suddenly having to giggle shyly as well.

“This is what happens when we drink wine. We have stupid ideas like that.”

You agree in snickers, falling around his neck in a tight hug. He hugs you back instantly, giggling into your neck.

“I love being with you, Yoongi baby.”

“I love being with you, ___ baby.”

HELP ME!!OMFG GGJFHC OKAY SO I GOT THIS ONE THOUGHT IN MY HEAD SEEING THAT I READ YOUR WONWOO AND JOSHUA THREESOME!!! (WHICH BTW IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD ) BUT AT THE PART WHERE IT SAID THAT JOSHUA AND WONWOO WAS BOTH REALLY CLOSE TO CUMMING I HAD THIS VISION WHERE JOSH IS FUCKING YOU AND HE IS SO SO SO CLOSE TO CUMMIN AND IS SO WHINY ABOUT IT LIKE A WHIMPERING MOANING MESS (I LOVE WHINY BABYBOY JOSH) SO YEAH SEEING THAT YOU'RE A REALLY GOOD WRITER MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO ASK YOU BECAUSE YOU WOULD SEE MY VISION AND BRING IT TO LIFE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MAKE HIM SUPER DESPERATE AND WHINY AND BASICALLY A MOANING MESS

And oh BTW are you bi (just asking for a friend)

warnings: smut, babyboy whining mess!joshua.

a/n: yes i am, bi pride all day, hope your friend is happy dsoiasdhishd 🙃

hmm moaning mess joshua that you definitely CANT fuck with in public because of his loud ass? FUCK YES! like, the man does not know how to be quiet, and honestly, you kind of love it. there’s been so many times you’ve had to cover his mouth or beg him to keep it down because the walls in your place are way too thin, and your neighbors? yeah, they’ve had enough of his 1 a.m. symphonies. but the second you tell him to shush, he gets all flustered, blushing like crazy, mumbling, “sorry, baby, i’ll try,” but it never lasts. like, two seconds later, and he’s right back to being a whimpering mess, burying his face in your neck, trying and failing to keep it together.

and the thing is, you’d think he’d be the shy one, right? but nah. he loves the idea of getting caught, even though he’s always so embarrassed after, stuttering through his apologies when someone hears you two. you’re touching him, teasing him just a little, and he’s already making those soft little noises, all breathy, like he can’t even help himself.

you remember one time, exactly 3 a.m., because you were wide awake, trying to calm him down. your neighbor had already banged on the wall twice, and you were trying to be good, keep things low-key. but joshua? nah. you were barely touching him, just running your hand down his chest, and he was already gasping, hips jerking up into your touch like he was starving for it. and you had to be like, “josh, you gotta be quiet, seriously,” but he was biting his lip so hard, trying to keep it together, and failing so bad. he just looked up at you, all wide-eyed, breathing like he’d just run a marathon, and whispered, “i’m sorry, i just— i can’t help it.” and then boom, he’s back to moaning into your neck, trying to muffle the sounds but doing a terrible job at it. like, you swear he wants to be caught sometimes. his hands are gripping the sheets so hard, his body trembling, and every little thing you do makes him fall apart even more. you’re barely even teasing him, but every time your hand slides lower, he’s whimpering, like actually whimpering, all desperate and needy.

he tries, he really does, but the moment your lips brush his collarbone or you move a little too fast, it’s over. and public? god. he’s a nightmare in public, but the best kind of nightmare. like, it’s a thrill for him, but he’s so bad at keeping quiet. you’d be out, somewhere so normal like the back of a car, and he’s already panting, eyes darting around like someone’s gonna catch you two, but you know he loves it. he’ll try to hide his face, but the moment your hand slips under his shirt, just a little, you’ve got him trembling again. his breathing’s all erratic, and you can feel him trying to hold back, but it’s not happening. and you’re teasing him, whispering, “u really can’t stay quiet baby?” and he’s just shaking his head, a soft little whine escaping his lips before he finally loses it. it’s always the same—he starts out all shy, biting his lip, cheeks burning red, whispering “i’ll be good, i’ll be quiet,” but it never lasts. you press just the right button, and suddenly, he’s a wreck, moaning so loud you’re half-worried someone’s gonna hear. but at the same time? you love it. you love how he can’t help himself, how he’s so lost in it that he forgets where you even are.

you remember that one time in the kitchen, it was early in the morning, like, nobody should’ve been awake, but there you were, kissing him against the counter. and you weren’t even doing much, just running your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs tense under your touch, when he let out this softest, neediest sound. and you had to stop, look at him, like, “seriously? here?” and he just nodded.

you were trying to be nice, trying to keep it slow, but the more you touched him, the louder he got. “you gotta be quiet,” you said, but he just whimpered, nodding, trying to bite his lip again but failing. and every time your hand moved lower, you could feel the tension in him, the way his body was practically begging for more. he was trying so hard to keep it together. and then it happened—he let out this loud, shaky moan, and you had to cover his mouth with your hand, whispering, “joshua, seriously, someone’s gonna hear.” but he just groaned into your palm, eyes screwed shut, hips bucking up into your touch. and honestly? you love that about him. that no matter how much he tries to be quiet, he just can’t. you’re the only one who can turn him into that moaning mess, into someone who’s so lost in you that nothing else matters.

just wait and watch

in which: mingyu just wants to watch, and he wants you to watch too.

pair: mingyu/afab!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: smut, pwp, nicknames (honey, darling, baby), technically voyeurism, mutual masturbation, a lot of dialogue, no penetration???, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

You were sitting in the love seat of the living room mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Mingyu walked in. Usually, he would sit right by your side and either cuddle you and let you do your thing or try to get you to pay attention to him instead of your phone. This time, however, he sat in the arm chair across the room.

“Honey,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual.

“Yeah?” you replied while still scrolling.

“Put your phone away.”

Mingyu wasn’t one to be authoritative like that unless the two of you were in bed, so you thought something was wrong. You locked your phone and put it on the stand next to the couch before finally giving Mingyu your undivided attention. He was wearing a loose button-up with regular slacks, but he looked more sexy than usual. You couldn’t tell if it was his hair, or the look on his face, or the way he was sitting with his knees far apart and his arms resting on the arm rests; but whatever it was, you knew that he was up to something and that you should probably play along (willingly, of course).

“Good girl.”

You felt heat rush through your body. He was definitely acting weird for just a regular afternoon, but you’ve heard him talk like that in bed before for sure. “What’s going on?” you asked timidly.

“If I ask you to do something, will you do it?” he asked you while tilting his head slightly.

You nodded and nervously swallowed the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth.

“Good. Take off your bra.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Why would he want your bra off? Before you could ask, he said, “Don’t question me, and just do it.”

Doing as he said, you pulled your bra out of your shirt and looked to him for further instructions. He simply nodded his head, telling you to put it down wherever, and you did.

“Now, take off your pants,” he said with a strained sigh.

Your pants came off and fell onto the ground alongside the bra. You sat with your knees pressed together, trying your best to hide your panties (not that you really needed to since Mingyu had already seen everything in the past).

“Spread those pretty legs for me, darling…”

Oh, he was in one of those moods right now.

You spread your legs for him, pushing them out slightly more with your hands pressing into the parts of the thigh closest to your cunt. You watched Mingyu let out a shallow breath, his hand above his pants and kneading his hard-on.

“You can tell me what you want me to do, by the way,” he said roughly.

Mingyu tilted his chin up, slightly egging you on. You thought about it for a second until you said, “Unbutton your shirt.”

He undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, exposing his chest first, then his abs. He pushed the shirt aside, but he didn’t take it off— after all, you didn’t tell him to.

“Can you run your hand over your chest?” you asked after swallowing nervously.

Your fingers inched closer to the searing heat between your legs as you watched him run his fingers between his chest muscles and down to his abs, his other hand slowly adjusting the waistband of his pants. He tugged one side down slightly, partially revealing his v-line before palming himself over his pants once again.

“If you want to touch yourself, you can, darling,” Mingyu said softly.

You chewed on your lower lip before bringing one finger to your mouth. You bit your finger gently as you stroked yourself over your panties, your arousal starting to soak into the fabric. You let out a light moan, making Mingyu grit his teeth and exhale sharply. He didn’t bother waiting for you to tell him what to do. He unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down. You could see the faint outline of his hard dick underneath his baggy boxers, and the outline only got more apparent when he rubbed his cock over his grey underwear.

While the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your folds felt good, you desperately needed more. You slipped your hand into your panties, and the second the pads of your fingers made contact with your clit, electricity ran through your body. Your thighs trembled, and you brought them up to your chest after sliding down the love seat just enough for you to not be sitting upright but not be lying down either. Mingyu did the same as he pushed his hand down the waistband of his underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard the man mutter under his breath before telling you, “Pull your shirt up, baby. I want to see you playing with your breasts and pinching your nipples.”

One hand still in your panties, you lifted the hem of your shirt up and bit down on it before adjusting the shirt for him to get a proper look at your tits. You held your breast and began kneading it while you traced circles over your clit. You could barely remember to pinch and twist your nipple the faster you toyed with your clit.

Your half-lidded, hazy eyes opened completely when you watched the man grip his crotch tightly and inhale sharply. He held one end of the loose boxers and pushed it to the side to reveal his thick, long cock. You couldn’t help but hold your own breath when you heard him groan lightly and especially after seeing his cock twitch before he held it tightly in his fist.

The two of you sat in bated silence. You kept toying your clit with your finger slowly while Mingyu squeezed and released his cock over and over again. You could help but roll your waist forward and spread your legs a little more, teasing the man by giving him a nice view of your glistening cunt. You thought that the sight would be enough to entice him to just give it to you good, but he didn’t budge. Instead he said, “Take it all off.”

“Only if you do, too,” you responded.

Mingyu smirked slightly. He gave you a light nod and stripped his shirt off him. Seconds later, the two of you were pressing your bare asses into the once cool, now warm, leather. Mingyu exhaled slowly and readjusted his position in the chair, his hand cupping and massaging his balls. You, on the other hand, decided to play your own game because, dammit, you really wanted to skip this foreplay and have him fuck our brains out. You sucked on your middle two fingers while spreading your folds.

“Play with yourself, baby,” he instructed.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a hot breath as you started playing with your sore clit again.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes and kept them glued on the man’s cock as he stroked it, pre-cum dribbling down his length. You sunk two of your fingers inside you and could practically feel your heartbeat in your cunt as you moved them slowly.

“What are you thinking about right now, honey?” Mingyu asked, his hand beginning to move up and down his cock.

“Your cock inside me… How it would feel to fuck me raw and mercilessly…”

“Tell me more, darling,” Mingyu groaned slightly, his hand moving the tiniest bit faster.

“How your fat cock would rip me to shreds,” you whimpered as you started curling your fingers inside you.

A low chuckle rumbled in the back of Mingyu’s throat. You were desperate for him, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Mingyu started stroking himself faster, and you did your best to match his pace, your fingers rapidly rubbing inside you as you imagined him actually fucking you. However, just your imagination wasn’t enough.

“Gyu, my fingers aren’t enough,” you whined. “I want you in me…”

“You want me to fuck you silly? Until you feel like you can’t breathe?”

You chewed on your lower lip and nodded desperately, only making the man smirk.

“Not yet, darling,” he denied you with a groan. “Wanna see you make yourself cum, baby.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little sob as you tried your best. You desperately wanted to cum not just to get Mingyu to fuck you, but because you were also so freaking close. You bit your lower lip and started finger fucking yourself as rough as you possibly could, as rough as Mingyu would fuck you after this.

Mingyu was truly enjoying the sight of you practically breaking down in front of him. He loved the desperation on your face and the little whines and sobs you choked out. He ate up every little thing you did to the point where his cock couldn’t hold back anymore. Strings of cum spurt out of his cock sporadically and rolled down his knuckles as he continued to fuck his fist.

You thought that Mingyu would fuck you after he came, but no, he really did insist on you making yourself cum before he stuffed you full with his seed. You gripped your breast and bucked your hips up, hoping that would get your fingers to rub inside you just right. You leaned your head back and gasped, and your body finally reacted when you pulled your fingers out to rub your clit between them rapidly. You squeezed your legs together and felt your thighs tremble uncontrollably as you came hard, your cry echoing in the room.

“God, baby, you were so fucking sexy just now,” Mingyu commented after your high wore down and your head moved back down so you were looking at him.

“Gyu, please,” you nearly sobbed. “Fuck me, please…”

“Yes, honey. I’ll fuck you to heaven and back.”

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